Why do I read at work? Because working at a gas station can be extremely boring.
It's not all boring- just the first five hours or so. After that, I am busy emptying garbage, dumping coffee that nobody drank down the drain, and standing in front of the pop cooler in awe of the amount of Mountain Dew gone after only five hours.
Before the last two hours, I need something to pass the time. I like to put on the MPR classical music station and sit down on the stool behind the counter with a good book. I've tried several different genres, but I lean toward the post-apocalyptic. I enjoyed The Road by Cormac McCarthy at work. I would be completely absorbed in the tale of a father and son trying to find the coast before they starve to death or are eaten by roving bands of cannibals when someone would interrupt me by coming to the counter. In that situation, I'm usually resentful... until I remember that the person is only asking me to do what I actually get paid for.
I am pulled abruptly from my imagined world of desolation, danger and famine so that I can sell a big box of frozen chicken wings to an anxious-looking, perspiring man in sweatpants.
Maybe I'll start reading more self-help books.
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